my orange shoes

Here we are in the Spring of 1967.  I am nineteen years old and my sister is seventeen.  My sister and I are all dressed up and it is probably Sunday.  Tent dresses were popular at this time.  Look at my shoes.  They are orange and they match my dress.  I really liked these shoes.  Since I couldn't get them at Dayton's in downtown Minneapolis (they didn't have my size), I took the bus to downtown St. Paul in order to get them.  That involved several bus transfers but I really wanted these orange shoes with the quilted pattern on top and I was up for the journey.  I think my sister and I look really nice.  Look at our hair styles.  Perfection.